"How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of you here!?" Becky carried Timothy out of the Chicken's mansion and tossed him to the ground, "Go away already!" Becky slammed the door in Timothy's face.

"Aw come on!" Timothy dusted himself off as he got up, "Just let me have a secret or two! You guys don't need them!" Timothy yelled at the door, only to get a 'go away' in response to his pleas.

Flora was doing a routine walk around the island and was returning back to the Frog's shack when she noticed Timothy banging on the door of the Chicken's mansion, "Timothy?" Flora called out, "What are you doing?" Flora walked over to the tattletale.

Timothy shot up when Flora called out to him, "I was... er... looking for something I think I left in the Chicken's mansion! Yeah!" Timothy gave a 'natural' smile, "That's was I was doing!" Timothy nervously chuckled.

"Really?" Flora tilted her head, "You were looking for something you lost in the mansion?" Flora asked.

"Yepperino!" Timothy tried to not look suspicious.

"The mansion... that isn't ours?" Flora raised an eyebrow, "Um... why were you in there exactly?"

"I..." Timothy stopped for a second, "Er... um... was in there the other day because I had to help out uh... King with eating, yeah that's it!" Timothy made up an excuse for his snooping.

"You had to... what?" Flora looked at Timothy in confusion, "I'm not sure I understand what that means."

"Oh you know rich people, they struggle to do normal things that the rest of us do." Timothy leaned against the door, "King went up to me the other day and was like 'Oh Timothy, you're less of a piece of trash than the rest of the garbage bins here, can you help me eat this bowl of cereal?'"

"Really?" Flora raised her eyebrow.

"Yep!" Timothy kept a forced smile.

"That's kinda funny," Flora giggled, "'Cause I'm from a rich family, and I've never had trouble eating."

"Shit." Timothy cursed under his breath, "Umm... ok.. fine, I was trying to find secrets in the Chicken's mansion." Timothy confessed.

"Oh, that makes much more sense." Flora laughed, "Though, why did you lie to me about it?" Flora asked.

"Because it's..." Timothy thought of an excuse to use, "Uh... it's embarrassing." Timothy lied.

"Embarrassing? I thought it was your hobby?" Flora asked in confusion.

"It is, but, you know, it's really embarrassing to tell people that you're obsessed with finding out the truth of everything." Timothy faked being embarrassed.

"Well, I don't think it's that weird." Flora smiled.

"Really?" Timothy kept his act.

"Yeah, everyone has their odd hobbies, who am I to judge you?" Flora shrugged.

"Do... do you have a weird hobby as well?" Timothy asked, partially interested in finding out a secret about the pacifist.

"Well, I don't think most people like spending their free time organizing peaceful protests." Flora stated, "So that would be my odd hobby."

"That sounds interesting." Timothy said before immediately thinking, "LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!"

"You think so?" Flora chuckled, "It's not that interesting, but it is necessary for the good effects it has on communities." Flora smiled, "I remember one time in my neighborhood there was a lack of sidewalks, and me and my family spent hours protesting to get sidewalks installed."

"Oh god I don't wanna hear your life stories." Timothy thought to himself before speaking up, "Oh would you look at the time!" Timothy pointed at the sun, which was starting to set, "I gotta go or I might miss an important email I'm getting on my laptop today!"

"Oh, well sorry if I'm making you take too long," Flora apologized, "It was nice chatting with you." Flora unintentionally shook Timothy's bandaged hand, which was still healing from it's burns from the previous day's challenge.

"Ow ow ow!" Timothy yelped in pain, "That's the burnt hand!" Timothy clutched his hand.

"Oh! Sorry!" Flora apologized.

"No problem." Timothy kept his arm low before running off, "I'll just be on my merry way, thank you very much!"

"Oh, bye Timothy!" Flora waved towards the tattletale as he ran away.